I let the chickens run around the yard on weekends or after work. The young ones act oddly as the sun starts going down, often hanging out by my office window and flying at it at top speed. I usually chase them into their coop.
Yesterday I had left the downstairs door open, and I noticed it was getting dark without the usual squawking. Hey, what’s that clucking I hear from the living room?
While absurdly cute, I’d rather not clean up all the poop in the morning, so I sent them back out to their coop.